Early the next morning, it was three o'clock in the morning.
Zhao Jia slowly opened her eyes, and the figure of Da Siming was no longer on the bed next to her. She was sitting aside at the moment, looking at him with a slightly complicated look in her cold eyes. When she saw him waking up,
He said calmly: "You are really good at sleeping."
Can you sleep?!
Zhao Jia was stunned when he heard this, then turned around to smell the fragrance that still lingered on the bed, and looked at Da Siming seriously: "Has anyone ever said that the fragrance on your body can promote sleep?"
Da Siming blinked his eyes, looked at Zhao Jia in disbelief, and sneered: "Others have only said that the smell of blood on my body is relatively strong!"
"This may be a matter of perspective. In the eyes of others, you are a murderous monster, but in my eyes, you are a graceful and lovely creature~"
Zhao Jia simply propped up his head and looked at Da Siming, with a strong sense of admiration in his eyes, and chuckled.
"Then why didn't you taste my beauty last night?"
Da Siming's eyes narrowed slightly, but with a slight smile still hanging on the corner of his mouth, he asked.
Zhao Jia pondered for a while and made an analogy: "You are motionless, like a dead pig. How can I arouse interest? It's like if you kill a person, if that person is just a paralyzed waste, you still can't kill him."
Are you interested?"
"Then young master, do you want to try it now?"
The smile on Da Siming's face was a little thicker. He stood up slowly, stretched out his small waist, raised his delicate and charming cheeks, blinked his beautiful eyes lazily, and said a little arrogantly and provocatively.
After a night's rest, her mental trauma had improved a lot. Now she could mobilize the inner energy in her body. She naturally gained some confidence and confidence, and no longer panicked like last night.
I just like your unruly look... The admiration in Zhao Jia's eyes was a little stronger. He stood up slowly and said with a smile: "Are you okay?"
"...how on earth did you do that last night?!"
When Da Siming heard this, she couldn't help but frown and asked. She thought about it all night and couldn't figure out how the other party did it.
I have never heard of such a technique.
Even if there is no such technique in the Yin Yang family, it is simply outrageous that it can swallow up other people's spiritual power silently.
With a faint smile on Zhao Jia's unrivaled handsome face, he said softly: "As big as the heart is, the world is as big as your heart is. Your heart is too narrow, and naturally you cannot understand it. If you can one day open up your mind,
, maybe you can understand my state of mind at the moment."
At this moment, Zhao Jia undoubtedly has an extra layer of veil in Da Siming's mind. Perhaps only in this way, Master Dongjun will cooperate with him, so it makes sense.
As for Concubine Dongjun Yan having an affair with Zhao Jia, Da Siming would not believe it no matter what.
How could someone like Dongjun fall in love with a man so easily!
What is Dongjun?!
That was the future successor of the Yin-Yang Family, Donghuang Taiyi. He was like a prince of a country, and was highly expected by the Yin-Yang Family, Donghuang Taiyi.
Da Siming frowned slightly, she could not understand Zhao Jia more and more.
on the contrary.
Zhao Jia slowly figured out Da Siming's character. The other party is indeed a member of the Yin Yang family. Their thoughts may seem complicated and deep, but in fact, as long as you can get into their hearts and get their approval, you will find that they are actually very simple.
, they are not ruthless characters, they are just capable and proud women.
That's all.
At most, one person can wear stockings~
"Have you ever considered wearing black stockings? I think black stockings look better with your purple stockings."
Zhao Jia's eyes moved to Da Siming's legs and he gave some kind suggestions.
Such beautiful long legs would be ruined by wearing black stockings.
Upon hearing this, Da Siming glanced at his calf, raised his brows, and snorted coldly: "If you want to play with these, you might as well go back to find your dancing girl. I believe the killer who snagged the trap will be happy to play with you."
She was not worried about anything happening to Zhao Jia at the moment. She had even confirmed in her heart that Zhao Jia was 100% pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. The other party was by no means as simple as it seemed on the surface.
"I don't think it looks better on her than on you."
Zhao Jia said without thinking, how could her woman look better wearing stockings than other women wearing stockings? As a saying goes, what you can't get will always be in turmoil, and what you can get easily won't be cherished.
Especially for a cold, arrogant and unruly lady like Da Siming, wearing black stockings and high heels definitely has a unique charm.
Pair it with this slim-fitting cheongsam~
If the hairstyle can be changed, it will undoubtedly be more perfect.
Da Siming's lips moved, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute Zhao Jia. When it came to killing, she was definitely stronger than Zhao Jia, and she was proficient in dozens of killing methods. But when it came to talking, she was obviously no match for Zhao Jia.
, even if other people from the Yin Yang family are involved, they probably won't be Zhao Jia's opponent.
Fortunately, Zhao Jia did not continue to tease her.
Zhao Jia looked at the sky outside the window and said with a smile: "It's getting late. We should go back to the palace. You have to go back and report to Mr. Dongjun that you are safe. As for what happened last night, you'd better think about it."
Reasonable explanation, I don’t want Your Excellency Dongjun to misunderstand what happened between you and me.”
"You don't need to remind me about this matter, I will explain it myself!"
Da Siming said coldly that what Zhao Jia said was exactly what she wanted to say, and she was the one who really didn't want to have anything to do with Zhao Jia.
"It's best~"
Zhao Jia smiled and said softly.
He was really afraid that Concubine Yan would slap Da Siming to death. Concubine Yan might not be jealous, but she would never accept the subordinates she had sent out to eat secretly. If Concubine Yan knew that Da Siming had spent the night with him last night, then what would happen to her?
It would be great fun, and he didn't want to add to the trouble.
At the moment, Zhao Jia still has to go to Lanchi Palace. The Queen Mother Zhao Ji should be going to court, so he has to rush there to communicate with her.
You can't just finish talking last time and then become indifferent on your side.
Creatures like women simply cannot resist the passion of a man, as long as the man doesn't look so miserable.
What did you say?
Even a fierce woman is afraid of a man who stalks her!
I understand everything.
…
At the same time, a ragged young man walked into Xianyang City. Facing the questioning Qin guard, he took out his identity certificate as a Confucian disciple.
"Sir, please!"
The guard guarding the door bowed his hands to the Confucian disciple in front of him and said politely.
These days, even an ordinary scholar's status is far higher than that of ordinary people, let alone the Confucian disciples from Xiaoshengxian Village. After all, there are too few scholars.
"Thank you!"
Li Si cupped his hands in response and looked at the prosperous city in front of him with fiery eyes. This will be the place where he will fight next: "Brother, I have arrived in Qin!"
…
A stream somewhere.
A handsome and free-spirited scholar fainted on the ground at this moment, and the wine bottle beside him was shaking in circles, seeming to tell what happened before.